SoulxMaka Fanfic - Final Fight

My name is Maka Albarn; Scythe Meister. If I have courage… I can do anything.

Or at least, that's what I kept telling myself. But the time had come. Something was drawing me towards her. I knew it was a trick, but I had to fall for it one way or another. I only hoped someone was there to catch me.

I felt Crona's wavelength as I ran through the complicated hallways. I was getting too much interference to pinpoint exactly where Crona was because of Medusa, but I would find Crona, I had to. Medusa had captured her once more, but this time, it was like Medusa wanted me to find Crona; making it visible it was a trap, though knowing there was no way I could resist rescuing my friend.

"Do you know where Crona is?" Soul asked from his scythe form. I continued running down the halls as I carried Soul as a scythe. His voice gave me reassurance. That was all I needed.

"We're getting close," I told him, my feet continuously pounding the ground. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, sweat dripped down my neck, too many different thoughts drowning my head.

The hallways were fairly dark. They were only lit by candlelight. A red carpet with gold trimming snaked through all the halls, arrows pointing to each door we passed.

"Almost there," I whispered to Soul as I gripped him tighter.

I can do this… I have to.

"Just stay cool. We'll get her for good this time," Soul told me, making me smile the slightest bit as I stopped in front of the door that I knew would lead to a great battle. I took a deep breath and was just about to grab the knob when I decided a more forceful entrance was needed, and slammed the door open with my foot, making it swing all the way open; revealing the two beings inside.

"Medusa!" I yelled as I burst through the door, instantly catching sight of the evil witch and the person who stood beside her; Crona. A black tongue slithered out of Medusa's wide grin as she chuckled and starred dastardly at her intruders.

"Why, hello there," the witch greeted happily, something sinister in her voice. "Come for Crona, have you?" she asked decisively, her voice ever tricky.

"Yes, I have," I confirmed, moving my eyes towards Crona who looked unusually off. Of course, Crona was always a bit off, but not like this. Her eyes were in the back of her head and her expression was blank.

"Well then, why don't you take her?" Medusa asked evilly, though it was more of a statement than a question, as she pointed her arm towards me. Crona, as quick as lightning, made her way to my side, following Medusa's demand, trying to slice me with Ragnarok, but I blocked it just in time.

"Crona?" I asked, surprised. Crona continuously slashed at me relentlessly, never letting up. I took a closer look and found that Crona, or Crona's personality, was completely gone. She seemed nothing more than a weapon in the state she was in now. I realized something; Crona was being completely controlled by the Black Blood and the Madness.

"Crona stop!" I yelled, trying to get through to her, but to no end. "Damn you, Medusa! What did you do to her?" I screamed. The witch laughed once more.

"Oh, not much. Just intensified the Black Blood and her madness a little. Crona is completely under my control now. She doesn't have a conscience anymore. You can't possibly save her," the witch spat at me. I refused to believe her.

"No…" I whispered. "You're lying!" I yelled, trying to get a Medusa, but Crona continued to attack me, and her attacks were starting to get to me as well. Crona flung her sword sloppily, but as fast as a blink, and stronger than ever as well.

"Crona! You've got to stop!" I tried to reach to her, but her expression stayed the same. She was nothing more than a doll with a vast amount of deadly force. I began to loose my footing.

"Maka! Come on! Stay focused!" Soul called to me. I struggled to keep my balance. Crona delievered a strong blow, wounding Soul. I knew if I kept this up much longer, we might both be hurt badly.

"Soul, you okay?" I called to him.

"I'm fine! Don't worry about me! … Maka, watch out!!!" Soul screamed at me. I flicked my eyes up to see Crona jumping through the air, right towards me, with her sword up in the air, poised to strike… and she did. I tried to protect myself, but this attack had Black Blood infused in Ragnarok, wounding Soul, and also wounding my right arm badly.

"No! Soul!" I yelped as my knees collapsed to the ground. I was beat up pretty badly, but I knew Soul's condition was worse. He laid over the floor, at least 10 feet away from me since he was swung out of my arms, bleeding from his side.

Medusa's evil laugh rang throughout the room as I went to Soul's side.

No… No… This is all wrong!

I starred down at Soul. His face looked pained. I was about to say something when I was forced down to the ground on my back. Something was holding down all my limbs. Medusa slowly made her way over to me.

"Medusa," I spat weakly, glancing over at Soul to see he was in the same position I was. She smiled grimily at me. Her face disgusted me.

"Administer the Black Blood," she commanded Crona who started towards us. "You'll be just like Crona now," she told Soul and I soothingly, with a hint of hate in her voice. "I'll be in total control. You're Anti-Madness Wavelength can't do a thing against my newly enhanced Black Blood with some other goodies inside," she smirked as Crona brought over two syringes with black liquid.

Crona went to Soul first, taking one syringe and injecting it into his bloodstream through his neck. The results were immediate. Soul's body started flailing about as he screamed with pain as his veins popped out and his eyes rolled back, until he lay still on the floor; still as death.

"SOOOUULLLL!" I screamed with terror, tears in my voice and eyes.

"Don't worry dear, your next. It won't be long until you're in the same place once more," Medusa cooed sinisterly into my ear.

Crona then came towards me with another syringe filled with the same vile liquid. She seemed to hesitate for the slightest moment, but she cruelly injected it into my neck, my veins beginning to burn instantly with an intensity so fierce my whole body felt as if it was on fire. My body screamed and shook with pain. My being surged with a feeling of despair, which i had never felt before. It seemed like an eternal Hell… though it wasn't long before I grew numb and the world around me was dark.

There was a strange… almost thick feeling around me. I could barely move my body, though I still could, only very slowly. It was pitch black. The only thing I could hear were my own thoughts. I couldn't hear or feel my own heartbeat, or the rest of my body for that matter. It was never-ending silence.

I called out in my distress. I called out for the only refuge I seeked: Soul. When I tried to call out… it didn't exactly work because I couldn't tell if I was opening my mouth or not. I could only repeat the word in my mind.

Soul… Soul… Soul…

Medusa had said I would be with him, but he was no where to be found in this dark, dreary place.

I wondered how I would get out. Would there truly ever be an end?

After an unaccountable period of time I finally sense something. Something familiar. It
was Soul… and he was close. Somehow, I could feel myself drifting towards him in the darkness. Slowly, slowly, slowly. Until he was there, right in front of me. I tried to reach out, unsure if I even could, but I knew he was there. I felt him with me. We merged and could feel the comfort of one another. As long as I was with him, forever wouldn't be so long.

Fin.